There is only one thing we can remember with pleasure in all this three days’ storm and that is the kindness of Mr. Bradshaw, owner of the Manhattan hotel and pavilion. Monday afternoon when our spirits were at their lowest -ebb and no one in camp had a dry pair of shoes to put on Mr. Bradshaw volunteered to open the pavilion that we might build a good fire and “dry out.” No time was lost in accepting' this invitation and we were soon seated before a bright fire, and our spirits rising with the temperature of the room, we decided to have a dance. Two boys were dispatched for musicians and soon returned with a mandolin club, composed of three colored men. The good time that followed need not be described as you all know how the choir enjoy them selves when they once start in. It was not long before all the campers on the beach had heard of the good time in progress and had assembled at the pavilion. When the crowd broke up it was in the early hours of the morning and everyone voted it the beat dance they had ever had,T.